Fang Zheng ran two streets before he suddenly stopped. He felt that something was wrong. This is my home. Where should I run? Besides, I only have a dozen or so taels of silver on me. The little princess can take advantage of me.
How about it? As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. No matter how powerful the little princess is, there is no way she can squeeze anything out of me at this time.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng walked back swaggeringly as if he had taken a reassurance. He decided to use practical actions to tell the little princess that she would not be able to get any benefits from a poor person. Didn't an old man named Ma say this in his previous life?
Is it? "All the proletarians lose are their chains." The meaning of this sentence is quite similar to "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water."
The little princess was sitting on the threshold of Fang Mansion, waiting for Fang Zheng. Her eyes were wide open, and her chubby hands were holding her round chin. She looked like a good baby sitting at the door after school waiting for her parents to come home from get off work. .
Only Fang Zheng knew that this seemingly well-behaved and innocent baby was actually more terrifying than the assassin. The assassin could only kill him at most, but what this little princess wanted was money that was more important than his life. In Fang Zheng's eyes
, the danger factor of the little princess is obviously several levels higher than that of the assassin. Especially the small box next to her is like a nuclear bomb detonator. Once it is lifted, it can only destroy money and eliminate disaster.
When the little princess saw Fang Zheng, her big clear black eyes suddenly lit up, her face was filled with joy, and her eyes were full of expectation, as if she was seeing a humanoid cash machine with golden light all over its body, slowly walking towards her...
Fang Zheng was stared at by her joyful eyes and couldn't help but shuddered. How could this look make him panic?
He bowed down and saluted respectfully: "I have met Her Royal Highness Princess Changle."
The little princess ignored his salute, stood up and ran to Fang Zheng quickly, pulling him to sit on the threshold. Then, her fleshy little hands laboriously massaged Fang Zheng's shoulders, with a hint of laughter in her tone.
Flattery: "Master Fang...ah no, brother-in-law, you have worked hard, are you tired? I will help you relieve your fatigue..."
Fang Zheng felt like a mirror. Is this treatment treated as a VIP customer? Her Royal Highness, the youngest and most favored princess in the dynasty, personally massaged and beat the back of the fifth-grade official. Her intentions were straight out of Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone on the street knew it.
This little brat is only five years old, where did he learn this trick to please others? And he uses it so skillfully that even Fang Zheng, who is good at flattery, has to admire him greatly.
Quickly taking the little princess's hand, Fang Zheng said with a wry smile: "Your Highness, please stop working so hard. You are just afraid of returning home empty-handed. To tell you the truth, I have done my best for your dowry.
My liver and brain are all messed up..."
Seeing the hesitant and disbelieving look on the little princess's face, Fang Zheng stood up in a bachelor's manner, and made a generous gesture in the shape of the word "big", "If you don't believe it, search it."
The little princess was really rude. After hearing this, she immediately started patting Fang Zheng, touching here and there, completely ignoring the stunned eyes of the servants of the Fang family inside the gate. Fang Zheng sighed inwardly, what is this?
Son! My young master has really lost his face today.
I can throw it away again. I am touched by a five-year-old girl in public, but I can't get angry at her. Who knows whether it will hurt her young and fragile heart? If it clouds her childhood
Shadow, haven't I been hated by her all my life?
The little princess worked for a long time and only found a dozen taels of scattered silver. She threw them into the donation box in disappointment. Fang Zheng bared his teeth for a while. Now, this young master is completely penniless...
Staring at Fang Zheng bitterly, the little princess pouted: "How come you have no money? My brother said that your family is the richest in my family, so just take it."
Fang Zheng was furious when he heard this, which bastard brother said this? The money belongs to my family and I don’t owe you anything, so why should I give it to you for free? Isn’t this fanning the flames of the children?….
After taking a few deep breaths, Fang Zheng tried his best to calm down. He put on a smile that he thought was friendly and kind and said, "Your Highness, please tell me, which of your brothers told you this?"
If the little princess said she was fat, Fang Zheng would not hesitate to grab a kitchen knife and rush into Prince Fu's Mansion to fight with him!
The little princess was obviously not interested in his fake smile. When she heard this, she curled her lips, turned her little head to one side, and muttered: "My brother, the King of Thailand, said it..."
Who is the King of Thailand? Fang Zheng was stunned and found that he knew nothing about this King of Thailand. According to the little princess, His Highness the King of Thailand is probably not a good person. How can he encourage children to run away from others?
What is the truth behind doorstep blackmail?
Fang Zheng knelt down and touched the little princess's head with a smile, "Your Highness, tell me quietly, does your brother, the King of Thailand, think that he is a very bad person at the first sight, even if he chops off his head a hundred times?
The kind of person who has wronged him?"
The little princess glared at him angrily, her chubby little face was bulging before she could speak, when a deep and magnetic voice from behind the door laughed and said: "I don't have a hundred heads for people to chop off, haha."
Fang Zheng was startled and quickly stood up, only to see the fat man and a slightly taller young man walking out, both with gentle smiles on their faces.
Fang Zheng hurried forward to greet him and said: "I have met His Royal Highness Prince Fu..." If there were outsiders present, Fang Zheng would still give the fat man face.
The fat man smiled honestly and said: "Without courtesy, come and get to know me. This is my Third Emperor Brother, His Royal Highness the King of Thailand."
Fang Zheng was startled again, and he quickly saluted the King of Thailand and said: "Fang Zheng, a humble minister, pays homage to His Royal Highness the King of Thailand."
Yes, the fat man is the King of Fortune, the fourth son of the emperor, so the Thai king is the third son. I wonder if he and the fat man were born to the same mother. The so-called nine sons born from a dragon are all different. People are different.
Born by a mother, a demon is born by a demon...
The King of Thailand in front of him looked much more pleasing to the eye than the fat man. He had an upright appearance. He was wearing an ordinary black Confucian shirt. His clothes and accessories were luxurious and low-key. He kept playing with a folding fan painted with gold lines in his hand, and pursed his lips.
Her warm yet graceful smile and her charming demeanor will surely win over thousands of ignorant girls once she steps out onto the street.
Fang Zheng frowned and thought to himself: This man is so handsome that he has been seen all over the world. I am afraid that only this young master can compete with him.
Xuxu gave him a hand, and the King of Thailand smiled heartily and said: "I have heard that Mr. Fang's name is like thunder in my ears. He has made many unparalleled achievements for our Hua Dynasty. I am not talented, so I asked my fourth brother to join him.
I am presumptuous in introducing you to you, so I hope Sir Fang will not blame me for being rude."
Fang Zheng glanced at the fat man from the corner of his eye and saw that he was still smiling innocently, harmlessly and innocently, with no strange color on his face.
Fang Zheng had no choice but to say politely: "His Royal Highness, the King of Thailand, is ridiculous. I am a humble minister who is ignorant and has little qualifications. He has achieved this so-called credit all by luck. I am really ashamed of myself!"
The fat man smiled and said: "Come on, don't be so modest. Brother Fang, my Third Emperor brother has been smart and studious since he was a child. He has a photographic memory. He also likes to travel around the world and pay attention to the mountains and rivers, so he is often away from the capital. No, yesterday
As soon as he came back, he asked me to introduce you to him, so now you know each other, haha."
Fang Zheng nodded and understood. It turns out that the King of Thailand is a libertine like me and likes to run around when he has nothing to do. No wonder he has never seen this prince after traveling through time for more than half a year.
"Brother Fang, Brother Sanhuang and I grew up together. We have a close friendship. He is also gentle in nature and has the demeanor of a gentleman. You can feel free to make friends with him." The fat man added with a smile.
Fang Zheng nodded quickly, and suddenly felt someone tugging at the corner of his clothes. When he lowered his head, she saw that it was the little princess. She saw the three of them standing at the gate, chatting animatedly, as if they had forgotten that she was a noble princess, and couldn't help but feel shocked.
She was dissatisfied. Seeing everyone looking at her, the little princess angrily put her hands on her hips and accused her loudly: "How could you forget me?"...
The three of them laughed. Fang Zheng bent down and picked up the little princess, and said with a smile: "How dare I forget Her Highness the Princess? Doesn't Her Highness the Princess want a dowry? If you want to make the fundraising business bigger and stronger, just go to Weichen."
You can't do it alone. I'll teach you a way. Take a few guards with you and go door to door to the homes of princes and ministers.
When you come to visit us, remember to hug your bastard... well, carry the box. If anyone dares not to give it, ask the guards to spank him! This is called to enhance the relationship between the royal family and the ministers, which is very meaningful. Well, micro
I suggest that the Princess pay a visit to Pan Shangshu first. His family’s money is so piled up that they can’t even put it in the warehouse..."
The little princess was overjoyed when she heard this, her big eyes shining with excitement, as if she was overjoyed that her fundraising career had entered a new starting point. The King of Thailand and the fat man looked at each other, wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads...
Fang Zheng and the little princess laughed and joked for a while, but suddenly he realized that everyone was still standing outside the gate. It was really a neglect, so he hurriedly put the little princess down and greeted each other solemnly.
The King of Thailand waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, I went to the palace to see my father today. My father was mentioning that he wanted to send some memorials to Brother Fang. I wanted to come to visit you, so I took the initiative to ask for this job, haha.
, it seems that you still have official duties to attend to in the evening, so I won’t disturb you. I just came here to greet you today, and everyone will move around more in the future. Haha, I’ll say goodbye.”
After saying this, the King of Thailand picked up the little princess and walked out first.
The fat man blinked at Fang Zheng and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, Brother Three Emperors has a good impression of you, but you two can go back and forth more, haha."
After patting Fang Zheng on the shoulder, the fat man also left.
Fang Zheng stood at the door, watching the King of Thailand and the Fatty drive slowly away. A playful smile appeared on his face. King of Thailand was a very interesting person... He seemed to have met a lot of interesting people during these days.
Xiao Huaiyuan is one person, and the King of Thailand is another. Is my young master’s life now rich and colorful?
Fang Zheng stood alone at the gate for a long time like a tree in the wind. Suddenly he woke up as if from a dream. He hurriedly chased the King of Thailand's car and shouted: "Hey, Your Highness, the King of Thailand, didn't you say you would give me a memorial?"
?Where’s the memorial?”
As he was chasing the car, for no apparent reason, a person suddenly jumped out of the diagonal and blocked Fang Zheng's path. Fang Zheng took a closer look and saw that it was Wen Sen.
After looking around for a while, Fang Zheng wondered: "...Where did you come from? Escape from the earth? Or fly with a sword?"
Wen Sen smiled and said: "This subordinate is doing this kind of thing of lurking undercover. There is definitely a way. Mr. Fang doesn't need to chase you. The memorial will be left to your subordinate."
As he spoke, he took off the baggage he was carrying and handed it over.
Fang Zheng took it and asked doubtfully: "Why did the emperor give me a memorial for no reason? Isn't this a shameful person? I don't even know the ministers who wrote the memorial."
Wen Sen smiled and said: "My lord, don't be suspicious, my subordinates will answer your questions."
Patting Wen Sen on the shoulder, Fang Zheng said with a smile: "You can't stand outside and discuss national affairs? Come on, come to my house. Today, my boss will treat you to a drink..."
Wen Sen hurriedly thanked him.
"It's not in vain. You have to treat me to a meal next month in Yaoyue..."
"…………"
Returning to his small courtyard, Fang Zheng loudly ordered Xiao Lu to put the dishes on the table, and then sent Xiao Wu to his father's cellar to steal two jars of the 30-year-old Chen Erhong collected by Mr. Fang. The two of them were dancing under the flickering lights.
We got off the table, ate and drank, and discussed the matters in the memorial.
The matter this time is a bit big. It is about the embezzlement and misappropriation of tax money in Jiangnan. Li Huaide, the prefect of Jiaxing, secretly reported that regarding the summer tax in Jiangnan this year, the prefects of the seven prefectures in Jiangnan, except Jiaxing Prefecture, and the six prefectures colluded with each other in tandem to make private changes to their accounts.
The amount of money he paid was huge. It is said that important officials in the capital and the central government were involved, and even... the prince...
Some officials who had heard about the incident also heard the rumor somewhere, and more than a dozen officials reported to the emperor, asking the emperor to thoroughly investigate and deal with it.
"What does this have to do with me? I'm not greedy for the money, but I think the emperor won't give me a chance..." Fang Zheng said without knowing the reason after he understood the whole thing.
Wen Sen wiped his sweat and said: "...Well, Mr. Fang, the emperor hopes that you will read these memorials and understand the whole process. The emperor has a purpose to develop our organization as soon as possible, and then the first task will be
I went to Jiangnan to secretly investigate this case. This case involves a lot of things. Now we only have dozens of old brothers, so I’m afraid we won’t be qualified.”
Fang Zheng nodded and said with a smile: "I understand, I'm investigating the case. That's all. Come on, let's drink. Don't talk about business at night. Comrade Lenin said it well: 'If you don't know how to rest, you won't know how to do it.'"
It’s entertainment…”
"Master Fang, who is Lenin?"
"Oh, you don't know him. He's a buddy of mine. We have a very close relationship..."
The two of them drank one cup at a time under the bright moonlight. Building a good relationship with your subordinates is a very important part of interpersonal relationships. With Fang Zheng's extroverted personality, he must work hard to win over him.
The two of them chatted and laughed together and talked about some interesting things. Wen Sen felt very honored to receive this courtesy and repeatedly expressed to Fang Zheng that he was willing to do his best.
In the end, both of them got drunk. Wen Sen staggered and said goodbye and went home. Fang Zheng took advantage of his drunkenness and ate several handfuls of tofu from Xiao Lu, which made Xiao Lu very embarrassed. He wanted to teach him a lesson, but Fang Zheng
He looked ridiculous and pitiful when he was drunk. He pinched Fang Zheng's nose with a hint of anger, then went to get some water to cleanse his face with Fang Zheng.
However, Fang Zheng went to the study room with more than a dozen memorials. In his drunken eyes, he picked up a pen and wrote and drew on the memorials without knowing what was said. Finally, he couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness and lay down on the desk and fell into a deep sleep.
Go to sleep...
When he woke up the next day, Fang Zheng found that he was sleeping on the bed. No need to ask, it must have been the considerate Xiao Lu who was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she struggled to carry him to bed. But I don’t know if she took advantage of my drunkenness to molest me...
Fang Zheng now has a splitting headache, as if there are hundreds of little people beating drums in his head, and the pain is so painful that he wants to cut off his head.
After Xiaolu helped him wash up, a small yellow door came to the palace to convey the emperor's decree and ordered him to bring the memorial sent last night to the palace immediately. Fang Zheng did not dare to neglect and quickly spread the memorials on a table.
After collecting it randomly, I found a baggage, wrapped it up, and followed the small yellow door into the palace.
Inside the royal study.
The emperor smiled and exchanged greetings with Fang Zheng before getting to the main topic.
"This time Li Huaide's secret memorial made me very angry. However, he did not have any actual evidence in his memorial. What he said and written were all based on rumors. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Li Huaide was suspected of falsely accusing the minister, so
, I hope you will establish this organization as soon as possible, and then
Immediately after that, I rushed to Jiangnan. I must investigate this matter clearly. No matter who is involved, even important officials in the court, they will be investigated and dealt with! Humph! If you dare to embezzle money from my treasury, you will have to pay a heavy price!" Emperor Hu
He was unfamiliar with the power, and the murderous intent burst out in his eyes, making Fang Zheng shiver involuntarily.
"Wei Chen will do his best to handle this matter. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."
The emperor nodded with satisfaction, smiled, and casually opened the memorial given to Fang Zheng for study last night. Then the smile on the emperor's face solidified.
"Pa!" Emperor Long Yan was furious. He slapped Long Ben hard and said angrily: "Fang Zheng, you... you bastard!"
Fang Zheng was so frightened that he shrank his neck and quickly knelt down. He was very depressed. As expected, he is with you like a tiger, so why am I provoking you? Why are you scolding?
"You...you...what did you write in the memorial?" The emperor was so angry that his eyebrows trembled, and even the dragon's body was trembling slightly...
"I didn't write..." Fang Zheng stopped mid-sentence. He suddenly remembered that after he got drunk last night, he was indeed "studying" the memorial in the study, and he seemed to have picked up a pen and wrote a few words. However,
…Why did I write it into the memorial?
"Hmph! Please explain to me, what does 'the Lord is mentally retarded' mean?" The emperor slapped the memorial heavily and asked angrily.
"Ah?" Fang Zheng was shocked, how could I write this?
“Also, what does ‘the Lord’s head was caught in the door?’ mean? What does this mean?”
"This...'lord' means..." Fang Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead. He found it difficult to explain to the emperor that hundreds or thousands of years later, there would be something called "Forum", and there would be something called "Forum" in the forum.
The “post” thing…
"Also, what does 'good post, everyone likes it!'? What does 'reading and replying to posts is a virtue' mean? What does 'sofa', 'bench', 'floor', 'basement'... tell me! What do you mean by the ministers of the imperial court?"
What are the messy things written on my memorial?" the emperor said angrily.
After the emperor said something, Fang Zheng's head lowered a little. By the end of the sentence, Fang Zheng's head could be clamped in his crotch.
This... is a big joke!
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